Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.